A gunsmith told me about a hunting trip he had taken with a few of his buddies, one of whom had brought his wife along. They got her all set up in a tree stand and then went to their own hunting stands. About an hour into the hunt, a huge buck walks right under the woman’s tree stand. She fires directly down on it and hits it right in the main beams. She immediately climbs down and attaches her kill tag. The stunned deer starts thrashing about and jumps to his feet and runs off down the hollow, with the woman chasing after him. Another hunter sees the deer approaching and takes him down with a clean shot. He wait’s a few minutes, then climbs down from his stand. By this time the woman was catching up to him waving her arms and yelling “That’s my deer. That’s my deer.” “No ma’am, I took the deer down. It was a clean kill and there’s not another wound on this animal,” said the hunter, pointing out that there was no other blood. “But look,“ she said, “There’s my kill tag that I put on him.” Dumbfounded, the hunter replied, “Yes ma’am, if you’re quick enough to get a tag on that deer and him running like that, he’s all yours.”
2007-03-12
14:15:22
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